Naruto: The villain template of me is regarded as the savior.

"you……"

Before Heitie could recover from the shock of being hit three times in an instant, he felt a creepy aura coming from the little ghost in front of him.

"Since he kept talking about challenging Musashi, who was once the 'Sword Saint', I thought I could use this opportunity to sharpen my sword after a long absence."

Nagato's eyes, covered by a black cloth, swept over Kurogane, and his slightly impatient tone was like the grinding of blood-thirsty bats in the middle of the night: "But you, you are not a pure swordsman at all."

"This is a low-brow trick of using tactile illusions in swordplay. It really makes me feel unhappy."

Hearing this, Heitie's nerves tensed up and he subconsciously tightened his katana and narrowed his cloudy eyes.

Were they discovered so quickly?

It’s obvious that the kid in front of me is just a blind man.

It should be possible to perceive only through touch and hearing.

"...Humph, little brat, what do you know?"

Kurotsuchi pondered in his heart, his eyes flickered slightly, and he snorted coldly: "Times have changed. Victory is the most important thing. The means used are not important. The swordsmanship of the samurai has become outdated, and we must keep up with the times."

Hearing this, Nagato's unhappiness disappeared, and was replaced by disdain and indifference.

A loser whose faith has been shattered and who has given up on the path.

"How pathetic." Nagato's deep and quiet voice echoed, "If that's the case, then go die."

As soon as he finished speaking, a chill that seemed enough to freeze the blood flowed, causing Heitie and the warriors who had formed a tight encirclement around him to change their expressions.

"Formation!"

Following Kurogane's loud shout, the warriors around him drew their swords at the same time.

Having his true identity exposed, Kurotsuchi no longer hides himself. The chakra stored in his body is released wantonly. The dust around him is suddenly blown away by the strong wind. He takes a step forward and swings the first sword of the crowd.

Xu! break! urgent!

He didn't use his true full strength in the brief encounter just now. If his speed when he was testing was 1, then now that he was using all his strength his speed was infinitely close to 10.

The knife was about to strike before he could even shout, but Nagato simply held the short knife in front of him with an expressionless face.

Clang!

The clear humming sound of swords echoed throughout the wide alley. Nagato's steps moved back slightly in mid-air, and the black iron in mid-air was sent flying backwards by the dagger.

But before Nagato could pause for a moment after swinging his dagger, the other two warriors swung their swords one after the other, cooperating with each other in perfect harmony and seizing the right opportunity.

The flying black iron only paused for a moment, then fell on the wall with the force, and the next moment his slightly bent feet stepped on the wall.

Bang! !

Several cracks appeared in the center of the wall and spread out like flowers.

After his first attack failed, he did not stop. Instead, he used the force of his kick to make the wall full of cracks, and then rushed towards the besieged Nagato at high speed again!

Cooperating with other warriors, this sword attack is faster, more fierce and more deadly than the previous one!

Nagato's movements were also extremely fast. Without any pause, he stopped and spun around, then drew his sword and slashed.

Flash Scabbard·Eight o'clock rush!

Clang! Clang!

Fireworks and gusts of wind exploded with a noise loud enough to tear the eardrums.

The short sword in Nagato's hand made a high-level slashing attack all over his body, with very small flaws and extremely fast recovery. In an instant, several warriors who were swinging their swords at him were knocked flying.

But after blocking the powerful slashes of several warriors with chakra at the same time, the black blade in Kurotsuchi's hand seamlessly bit towards him with an almost brutal momentum.

Bang! !

Nagato had no time to turn around and put the dagger behind his back, but even so, he could not avoid the blade being lifted up by the impact!

But the black warriors did not intend to give him any time to breathe, as cracks appeared on the ground around him again.

The warriors around, including the ones who were knocked flying, stepped on the ground and walls and flew over, slashing with their swords at an almost non-stop speed. The blades flew from all over their bodies and cut towards Nagato's face and neck!

Bang!Bang!Bang!

The first round, the second round, the third round...

The two walls, which had been trampled countless times by the warriors, were full of cracks. The power and speed of the swords increased exponentially with the number of rounds. The sword light and wind cracks washed over Nagato's body like a raging tide.

The wind pressure and the sword light swept through the entire alley, and even the red light of the setting sun was chopped into pieces, like light falling through a tree with dense branches, turning into a cage with nowhere to go and imprisoning Nagato inside.

——Three-day Moon Sword Formation.

The warriors cooperated well with each other in groups instead of fighting alone as before. They formed a cycle relying on the terrain and forcibly suppressed Nagato who was alone.

"..."

Nagato's brows gradually furrowed, and he blocked back and forth with the short sword in his hand. Sparks splashed like metallurgy, making the surroundings impenetrable.

Even though he could block most of the attacks with his speed while wielding the dagger, the next moment the clear shadows of the sword would come to cut him open, and the torrential rain of attacks would not end until he was killed.

"Kid, no matter how fast you are, you only have one hand. How many times can you block it?"

Seeing Nagato still able to withstand such an intense attack, Kurogane tried to reveal his weakness with words with a serious mood, sneering: "If you make any mistakes, the ending will be that your head will be torn apart and your soul will be cut off by the blade!"

As he finished speaking, the black blade in his hand flashed past Nagato's eyes.

click!

This time, it didn't seem to be the sound of blades colliding.

A broken blade was launched into the air, and after spinning, it suddenly fell down and penetrated deeply into the ground at an angle.

Heitie finally couldn't keep his composure anymore, and his eyes widened in astonishment, as if he had seen something incredible.

"you……"

The katana in Kurogane's hand was cut in half by something, and the sky above Nagato's back was slashed by several samurai.

"idiot."

As if looking down at Kurotsuchi in front of him, Nagato turned his back to the black warriors who were coming to chop him down, and said in a cold voice: "No matter how many trash gather together, they are nothing more than a mob."

As soon as he finished speaking, in the reflection of Heitie's shrinking pupils, there was a sound of something breaking through flesh and blood, and six twisted scarlet thorns shot up into the sky.

"Vampire Technique·Flying Blood Citrus Thorn!"

The next moment, trembling shrieks rang out in the air.

Six thorns met the blade swung by the warrior behind him, and instantly exploded in the alley with sparks as brilliant as fireworks, splashing in every inch of space like a silver bottle exploding, illuminating Heitie's pale face!

Bang! Snap! !

"what!!"

The thorns with sharp spikes were waving around Nagato, and the sound of breaking through the air was like the loud screams of a blood-colored insect flapping its wings. The sound of armor breaking and the samurai's shrill screams mixed together, drowning the entire wide alley like wind and rain.